#wlwpoetry

[moonlightlavenderfairy]

i was getting through it until i saw your face and my good friend said your name

i was getting through it

over it, over you

and i remembered the date

and the time of year

i remembered the day

and my good friend said your name.

i’ve been asleep

i’ve been in bed all day

i’m sick and my throat hurts

and i reiterate to my friends:

i’m hungover,

i’m hungover

to my parents i say i’m not

i’m just tired i swear.

but not to blame but

i think more than half of it is you

i’d had too much wine and

a little too much gin

my gallery shows me my memories

(like i don’t have them in my heart)

but it showed me today was the date

i first got to spend time with you.

the first time we properly talked in person

the first time i laughed with you

smiled with you

hugged you

held you.

i swear to god i

think you’re my hangover

i was drunk for more than five months

and i’ve been hungover and dead for

one hundred

and ninety

seven days.

tu me manques, tu me manques, laisse-moi dormir et envahir mes rêves.

[sapphochronicles]

pink wine

pink cheeks

pink skies

la vie en rose

[secondarysomeone]

Her love rooted me, her warmth painted my sky. 🌅❤️

[polariti3s]

she is the raw material of my poetry. she is the ivory i make sculptures with, she is the heart i feel with. if i were to keep intact, save one last organ, and have the remaining ones to shatter like the fragilest crystal or rot like apples, it would be my heart; for it would be the only way i could keep her and myself at the same time. she has slid into my heart limb by limb, day by day, sown and grown inside of me like a climbing plant, she has grown the greenest and leafiest of forests inside of me, which now hugs my insides and holds each one of my organs tightly with love.

[emilydickinsonswife]

#sapphic #wlw #lesbian #sapphicpoetry #wlwpoetry #lesbianpoetry #original poem #love #poetry

[loves1ck-ongods-d1ck]

Tounges

Women at my church talked to God more than they talked to their husbands.

They writhed on the ground with their eyes closed, hands clenched tight near their chest and gasped uncontrollably.

Their knees buckled as they fell to the floor and reduced themselves to a babbling mess of phrases only discernible by God.

I asked my grandmother, “what’s wrong with them, Granny?”

She said, “their talkin’ to God, baby.”

And I told her I didn’t want to talk to God cause it looked painful.

I talk to women who go to church more than I talk to God.

On Saturday nights when their husbands are playing poker. I speak in tongue between their thighs, skin against skin, glistening with sin and the arousal of blasphemy, and they writhe against me with their eyes closed.

Their hands clench mine and they reduce themselves to a babbling mess of phrases Discernible only by me.

Talking to God was painful,

So I became her.

-kcblumebooks

[thickthighsblueeeyes]

just a reminder that you are what I think about

just a reminder you are the only one I want

just a reminder i’m thinking about between your thighs

just a reminder I can’t wait to be there tonight

#wlwpoetry #spilledink

[persephoneshellhounds]

to love all of you within the noiseless half of a sigh is a time-swept fever dream stirring in my fists — part firework smoke, part lavenders, part quiet, cautious limerence. how you enchant and unsettle me — i run high and aimless, and free fall in seconds. i am smitten. desperate. love-sick. wordless now, for all i care, darling — i'll leave all of my poems strewn in your bed, like a girl shedding her mortality before a goddess in her truest form.

to disrupt this is a human blunder. to bask in it, divine. ♡

— fray narte

[a-snowpoetry]

I am certain our paths will cross again, I’m just afraid that you will be ready, And I will have moved on.

astella snow

[wlw-zi]

Blackout poem I made

[moonlightlavenderfairy]

fifteen forever

i’ve been fifteen forever.

i’ll be fifteen for life.

i’ll be a girl till my death.

i was never born to be a man

to be a boy

i was born to call strangers love

my best friends babe,

to call acquaintances, honey.

i was born to be a lover

to buy and receive pretty flowers.

i was born to roll in grass

and yell at men on the street

i was born to cross my legs

on the evening train.

i was born to wear cardigans

and put on brown mascara

pink chapstick

and a poker-face.

i was born to kiss girls

and love them,

to be a writer,

to be a tragedy.

to be love, personified.

i was born to be in skirts

and gardens with blossoms

i was born to be fifteen forever.

[sapphochronicles]

when she smiled, her eyes squinted

and out of her pores came sunlight

skin warm to the touch

[secondarysomeone]

She is the sky above my snow, her smile melting the frost. ❄️💙

[smiley-sapphic]

I look at her with so much love

While bright eyes stare right back

A smile pulls at my face

As I think of calling her my wife one day

-Wife- that term and her combined make me giddy

I feel so high, free and alive around her

Every touch sparks a feeling deep within me

I’ve never been so greedy towards someone’s attention but I don’t feel the slightest bit of remorse

She brings me peace

Finally I have a home within my person

My one true

My love

[dezwriteswlw]

Chosen

Poem by dlb

We are powerful beings

The energy inside one person

Is said to be equivalent

to a small nuclear explosion

Only difference is

we let it go gradually

Instead of all at once

I believe this is a beautiful thing

We choose to explode

at random moments

in various fashions of love

That leads us to the person we become

Look to yourself for strength

You were built with the stars

And you are powerful

Strong enough to

destroy your own world

Or hold it all together

The choice is yours

[poetryfrommynotesapp]

golden hour has a funny way of suspending time

wedged right in between day and night, it serves as a beginning and an ending

while it transforms the sky into an array of light and beauty

the girl I loved in middle school

shared my love for the way the sky transformed

the days when we would get ice cream and watch the sky from the top of the playground were the days when my love for her felt the most infinite

looking at her face in this light, the way the sun hit her skin and danced across each of the freckles on her nose

I had no choice but to love her

even though everything in me was saying that I shouldn’t

but that’s the thing about the sun

you can’t stop it from rising every morning

or departing from the sky each evening

and even when you can’t see it glowing above you in the sky, or feels it’s warmth on your skin

it’s still there

as much as I tried to ignore my love for her

I couldn’t

I felt it every time I looked at her, every time I thought of her, every time I heard her voice

and even when I pretended I didn’t

I loved her more than anything in the world

our little moments in the golden sunlight meant more to me than anyone could have known

and even though the sun would soon set and we would soon have to go home

I knew that there was no way that my body could forget how the sun felt on my skin or how the way she looked at me made made me love her in a way that I’d never thought I’d love another girl

there are some things that you just know

and on those nights the only things I was certain of

was that the sun would eventually set, and that it would rise again the next morning

and that I loved her